A Deeper Sense of Control - Part 9

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Emmett yanked open the nightstand drawer and hurriedly rummaged through the items inside. He slammed it shut in frustration upon failing to find the key to his chastity cage. Emmett stood, surveyed the rest of the bedroom, and hurried towards Allison's dresser. He yanked open the top drawer and rifled through her underwear, figuring the key might be hiding beneath one of her many love, lacy items.

"Fuck," Emmett said as he once again failed to find the key and moved to the next drawer down. It too failed to reveal the key, but instead of working his way through all of them Emmett shut the drawer, stepped away from the dresser, and sat on the edge of the bed. His shoulders slumped and he felt an uncommon kind of desperation wash over him. It was the same desperation that had driven him to the bedroom in the first place.

Allison was out with one of her playmates. It was the third time in a row that she was fucking someone else without letting Emmett watch. Nearly two weeks had passed since he'd been out of his cage and it had been almost a month since he'd had an orgasm. Emmett felt as though he was on the verge of losing his mind, thus his frantic search for the chastity key. Allison wasn't stupid, though. She almost certainly had the key on her.

"Are you looking for this?" a soft voice asked.

Emmett was so startled he nearly fell out of the bed as he turned to see Allison standing in the doorway. She had a small, shiny key in her hand. "Allison, what are you doing home?"

"I decided you deserved to watch," she said. "In fact, I'd also decided that you deserved to cum. I was going to let you out of your cage while you watched Alex fuck me in a 69. I was going to play with your cock and let you cum right after he came inside me. I was going to sit on your face and feed you my playmate's load while I made you cum."

Emmett felt a crushing sense of disappointment. Not because of what Allison described - every bit of that sounded wonderful - but because he was almost certain she wouldn't allow him that pleasure after she'd caught him tearing through her stuff in search of the key. His intention to free himself from the cage and to violate her rule about his chastity was more than enough to warrant her anger.

Allison stepped into the room with a smile on her face - a smile Emmett found a little disconcerting, given the circumstances - and headed for her dresser. She opened the top drawer and surveyed the mess Emmett had left behind and her smile turned to a slight frown.

"You were quite untidy in your search," she noted. "You've left my underwear an absolute mess, Emmett. Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

"I would have cleaned it up," he replied.

"After you'd found the key, freed yourself, and masturbated?" Allison asked as she gently shut the drawer and turned towards him. "Was that your plan? To jerk off, cum, and lock yourself back up? Were you just so eager to rid yourself of the frustration of long term denial that you decided to flaunt my rules?"

"I'm sorry," Emmett said. "I just can't handle it, Allison. I feel like I'm going crazy. I don't know what's going on, but I feel like I'm losing my mind. I feel like I'm having trouble functioning, to be honest."

Allison offered a look that seemed genuinely sympathetic as she closed the distance between them. "I suppose I've pushed you a little too hard. As I'm sure you've noticed, there's been quite a lot more teasing in the past month. A lot more of me walking around the house in my underwear, or totally naked. A lot more of us showering together and me washing that locked up cock of yours. A lot more of me masturbating and humiliating you while you stay locked up in your little cage. I suppose I've been selfish in doing all of those things that bring me such pleasure, but make it so difficult for you to function."

Emmett felt so weak. He should have been grateful for everything Allison had described, for he'd enjoyed every moment of the teasing. He'd enjoyed the humiliation. He'd enjoyed the erotic showers. He'd enjoyed all the times she'd had him go down on her. He'd enjoyed every second of it, and yet it had all transitioned him to the place of desperation he was currently in. "You didn't do anything wrong," Emmett said. "You really didn't. In fact, you did everything right. You just pushed a little further with your control. Everything you've done is stuff I really like. It is. I've just started to struggle in the last week."

Allison stepped closer and Emmett looked up at his wife, who was utterly radiant in a low cut blue dress and a bra that made her breasts look astounding. "So you're saying that your messy little search for the chastity key and your selfish desire to disobey my rules was your mistake?"

Emmett nodded.

"You're saying that you screwed up?" she asked. "That you failed to live up what your role has evolved into in our marriage?"

"Yes," Emmett admitted. "And I'm sorry for that."

Allison smiled and gently caressed his face. Her touch was warm and soft and Emmett felt a wave of emotion wash over him as he suddenly felt awful for completely losing control and failing to be what Allison needed him to be. "I know you're sorry, but I'm afraid an apology just isn't good enough," she said softly.

Emmett looked up once more and saw a touch of harshness in his wife's face.

"I'm afraid you need to be punished," she said.

"You don't have to punish me," Emmett said. "You really don't. I know I fucked up. I know I lost myself a little. I can do better. I will do better."

"I'm different than I once was, Emmett. I'm different from when I first put you in chastity. I've changed as I've seized a greater level of control in our marriage. I'm not sure you fully understand that. I think maybe you're still convinced this is some kind of kinky game - and it's definitely at least partly a kinky game - but it's more than that. It's a lifestyle that I need to live. Our marriage is female led, now. I'm in charge. You're submissive. I make the rules. You do as you're told. You've disobeyed me in a significant way today and you need to be punished," Allison explained.

Emmett loathed the idea of a punishment, but that was the point of such a thing. He wasn't supposed to enjoy it. He was supposed to suffer and learn a lesson from his suffering.

"In a way, I've failed to make it perfectly clear to you that our marriage has, in fact, changed significantly in a short span of time. It's possible that sort of change won't actually work for you, but I think we both know that you're a submissive, Emmett. I think you love being controlled. I think you love doing as you're told. I think you love being humiliated - sexually, at least - by your wife. So I think you're going to take your punishment like a good submissive and you're going to learn from it," Allison said.

"I will," Emmett replied, for everything she'd said was right. He was a submissive. He was her submissive. He'd been happier in their marriage since she'd taken a deeper level of control and he wanted more of that. So yes, he'd take his punishment and he'd try and learn from it.

"I want you to reorganize the drawers you made a mess of while I prepare your punishment. Do you understand?" she asked.

"I do," Emmett replied. He wanted to ask what his punishment would be, but he she wouldn't have answered. If anything, she might have been tempted to make the punishment more severe.

Allison left the bedroom and Emmett opened her underwear drawer and set about cleaning the mess he'd made. He heard his wife talking to Alex and assumed she was explaining the situation - and why they weren't already fucking - but Emmett couldn't actually make out a single word she said.

It took a great deal longer than expected, but Emmett reorganized all three drawers he'd rifled through in search of his chastity key and then sat at the foot of the bed while he waited for his punishment. His mind ran through the possibilities - most of which included some kind of pain - but none seemed like the kind of punishment Allison would dole out, which left Emmett in a state of total mystery as he wondered what she had in mind.

"Emmett," Allison said as she entered the bedroom with Alex - who was fully naked and half hard - following close behind. "Take your clothes off."

Emmett stood and stripped as he wondered again what kind of punishment Allison had in mind.

"I'm going to let you out of your cage," Allison said as she approached with the chastity key in your hand. "No touching your cock, though. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Emmett answered, though he was deeply confused. Why would she set him free from his cage if she was going to punish him?

Allison slipped the key into the lock and carefully removed each piece of Emmett's chastity cage. She took his soft cock in her hand and offered a few slow strokes while he marveled at how good it felt. "I'd like you to suck Alex's cock," she said softly. "Right now."

Emmett quickly moved in front of Alex and dropped to his knees. He took the younger man's long, thick cock in his hand and wrapped his lips around the head. He'd sucked cock before and it wasn't a punishing experience - it had become something of a pleasurable one, in fact - but Emmett wasn't going to complain.

"He's becoming an excellent cocksucker," Allison said as she stepped next to Alex and revealed that she'd stripped from her dress while Emmett was busy sucking dick.

"He has," Alex replied. "Have you been giving him lessons?"

Allison laughed and reached up to caress her playmate's muscular chest. "In a way, I suppose. I've given him the opportunity to practice, and since he craves humiliation, I think he enjoys his practice. He wraps his lips around the cock of a man that's going to satisfy his wife and he sucks until he's gotten that man hard for me."

Emmett wondered if Allison was, in fact, going to treat him to the joy of watching her get fucked that night, just as she'd said she'd planned on doing.

"Suck his balls for me, Emmett," Allison instructed.

He dropped a little lower and took one of Alex's rather sizable testicles into his mouth. Allison then wrapped her fingers around the cock that had just been in Emmett's mouth and kissed her playmate. Emmett looked up to see his wife's tongue in the other man's mouth and he heard her unleash a wondrous moan that made it seem like she was turned on, like she was looking forward to having the cock in her hand buried in her pussy.

"Thank you for doing this," she said.

"You know I'd do just about anything for you, Allison, and this is going to be fun," Alex replied.

"Stand up, Emmett," Allison instructed.

He stood and watched her wife kiss her playmate once again. Alex reached up to play with her perky tits and Allison moaned into his mouth while stroking his long, thick cock with her skilled fingers. Emmett was still confused, though. He was expecting a punishment, but so far he'd been let out of his cage and he'd got to enjoy the pleasure of watching his wife and her playmate kiss.

"Crawl into the bed, Emmett," Allison said.

Emmett turned and crawled into the bed. He rolled onto his back under the assumption that the cuckold 69 she'd mentioned earlier was actually going to happen.

"No, on your hands and knees," Allison instructed.

Emmett moved onto his hands and knees facing his wife and her playmate and Allison smiled and approached him. Her stared at her beautiful breasts as she reached the side of the bed and then Allison leaned in and let him kiss and suck on them a little as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"You're going to experience pain - though only a little, hopefully - and humiliation tonight," she said. "Hopefully, you'll learn something from this punishment. Hopefully you'll gain a greater understanding of your place in our marriage and of my expectations of you. And, with any luck, you don't repeat the mistake you made tonight. At the very least, I hope you come away from this with an understanding of exactly what kind of man you are."

Emmett was so caught up in worshiping his wife's breasts that he didn't notice Alex had moved until he felt his wife's playmate move into the bed behind him. Allison stepped back at the same moment and Emmett looked over his shoulder to see Alex holding a bottle of lube in his hand and stroking his cock. It took a few moments to sink in, but eventually Emmett realized what was about to unfold in their bedroom.

"Allison, please," he said as he whipped his head around to plead with his wife. "Please don't do this. I don't want this."

"I know you don't," Allison replied. "But remember, I own your ass, Emmett. Really, I own all of you, but you gave me your ass. You let me fuck it with toys. You let me finger it. You let me fill it. Now I'm taking a step I honestly never thought I'd have to take. You couldn't behave yourself, though. You lost sight of what you are, of what I need and want you to be. And that's okay. That happens from time to time in a marriage like ours. The key is that you must be punished when you misbehave, and so this is your punishment. Alex is going to fuck you."

"No, no," Emmett begged as he felt the coolness of the lubrication against his asshole. "Allison, please, this is too much."

"No, it's not," Allison said. "This is exactly what you need, Emmett. Alex is going to fuck you. He's going to fuck you hard, too. He's going to cum inside you, and when he does he's going to break down any barriers that remain between you and full submission. He's going to help you accept that your wife is in control of your marriage. And yes, he's going to humiliate you deeply as he takes your anal virginity and cums inside you. He's going to do so while I watch, and you're never going to think of yourself in the same way after this is over."

Emmett looked back to see Alex squirt a healthy dose of lube onto his cock and wrap his fingers around the frighteningly thick shaft to spread it around. He then tossed the bottle of lube onto the bed, crawled a little closer, and slapped the head of his cock against Emmett's asshole.

"It's important to breathe," Allison said as she moved a little closer. "You'll need to relax or you'll experience a fairly staggering kind of pain, and I don't want that for you, Emmett. So breathe while he takes your ass. Breathe while he steals some of your manhood with his cock. Breathe while he puts you in your place."

Emmett took a deep breath, but that didn't stop him from panicking the moment Alex tried to penetrate him. His body seized up and his asshole tightened. He stopped breathing, too.

Allison cradled Emmett's chin in her hand and directed his view upwards. He looked into her eyes and saw remarkable kindness there. "You're not being punished out of anger, Emmett. You're being punished out of love. I want to make you into a better husband, a better submissive. I want to make you exactly what I need you to be. I suppose I need to break you just a little bit, and I think it's impossible for a straight man not to be broken just a little when he takes another man's cock and cum in his ass. But I love you, Emmett. I will always love you, and I will always cherish you as long as you recognize my authority in our marriage. So why don't you worship my breasts while Alex takes your manhood."

There was nothing else for Emmett to do. He could have kept panicking and fighting, but he knew there was no stopping what was unfolding in their bedroom. He was going to get fucked. He was going to lose his anal virginity. He was going to take Alex's load up his ass. He was going to feel a deep sense of humiliation. That was all an absolute guarantee. So, Emmett worshiped Allison's breasts. He licked and sucked on the soft flesh and while he did, Alex penetrated him.

"That's it," Allison said. "Let him have you. Let him take you. Let him fuck you. Let him break you just a little bit. Let him take your manhood. Let him deprive you of that. Let him reshape you into the kind of man I need you to be."

Despite the lubrication and Alex's fairly gentle approach, Emmett felt a searing pain as the cock entered him. He moaned, expressing that pain, and Allison ran her fingers through his hair and down his back to try and soothe him. Her touch was lovely, but it did nothing to wash away the pain, or the sense of humiliation at having another man's cock buried entirely in his ass.

"He's going to fuck you now," she said. "This is the part that will hurt, for a little while at least. Just try to keep relaxing. Just concentrate on my breasts. Just accept the humiliation of being fucked."

Alex fucked him slowly at first, but Emmett still suffered. It was physically uncomfortable, but the mental anguish might have been worse. He sank deeper into the humiliation Allison intended him to experience with each thrust. Someone else was using his asshole for pleasure. He was being fucked. He was suffering a fate that straight men wanted to avoid, and yet he wasn't trying to avoid it. He was taking it. He was doing what his wife wanted. He was embracing the humiliation.

Eventually, the pain subsided. It wasn't replaced by pleasure, but it didn't hurt. Emmett just felt as though he was being used. The consistent, deep thrusts left him feeling a little numb, as if he was little more than a hole to be fucked until Alex came, which is precisely what he was in that moment.

As the pain disappeared, Allison stepped back and crawled into the bed. Emmett figured she was going to offer Alex a little bit of affection, but that's not what she had planned. Instead, she laid next to Emmett and took his cock in her hand. She stroked him until he was stiff with desire and then a bright smile crossed her face.

"You're getting fucked," she said. "Fucked by a real man. Fucked like a piece of meat for a real man's pleasure. This is your place, Emmett. This worthless cock of yours is incapable of satisfying a woman, but your asshole is fully capable of satisfying a man. And since you've surrendered control of your ass - and your sexuality, as it turns out - to me, I can offer you up to any man I want, whenever. I can whore you out like you're some slutty little faggot that just wants a thick pole up his ass."

Emmett was stunned by the sudden turn Allison had taken. She'd begun with such kindness as she'd let him worship her breasts and had talked him through getting fucked. Now she was aggressive and cruel, and yet his cock was hard as a rock while she jerked him off.

"You're going to cum tonight, Emmett," Allison said. "But instead of cumming like a cuckold, you're going to cum like a faggot. You're going to cum with a cock buried in your ass. You're going to cum right when Alex unloads inside you. You're going to have an orgasm as another man fills you with his load."

She was adding one humiliation onto another and there was nothing Emmett could do about it. He wouldn't be able to stop himself from cumming. He'd gone too long without an orgasm and Allison's hand felt too good. She was going to make him experience the ultimate humiliation, and had he not been so distressed Emmett might have appreciated just how clever his wife had been in designing his punishment.

"I'm close," Alex said.

"Then fuck him harder," Allison replied. "Pound his ass like his pain doesn't matter. Fuck him so hard it makes his legs shake. Use him like your cum dumpster."

Alex pounded Emmett viciously. His asshole hurt from the pounding, but the pleasure of the handjob made it as if the pain didn't even exist. Emmett's orgasm got a little closer with each stroke and then Alex groaned and stopped thrusting.

"Take his load, faggot," Allison said as she stroked Emmett furiously. "Take that fucking load up your ass and cum for me."

Emmett came. He came because his wife had denied him an orgasm for a month and because she was jerking him off with such expertise. He came because he couldn't help it, and as the cum poured out of his cock a kind of humiliation Emmett had never experienced washed over him. It was very nearly overwhelming, but he closed his eyes and took deep breaths to try and fight it off. It was safe to say that Allison's punishment had been effective, though.

Allison's hand appeared in front of his face. She held what looked to be most of his load in her palm. "Eat it," she demanded.

Emmett opened his mouth and she poured the cum onto his tongue. He swallowed and his humiliation deepened just a little more. Allison's work was done. He'd been sufficiently punished. He would forever remember the fucking he'd just taken.